I Mistrust All Systematizers And Avoid Them.

Words Are Acoustical Signs For Concepts; Concepts, However, Are More Or Less Definite Image Signs For Often Recurring And Associated Sensations, For Groups Of Sensations. To Understand One Another, It Is Not Enough That One Use The Same Words; One Also Has To Use The Same Words For The Same Species Of Inner Experiences; In The End One Has To Have One's Experiences In Common.

Truth Is A Mobile Army Of Metaphors, Metonyms, Anthropomorphisms, In Short A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Subjected To Poetic And Rhetorical Intensification, Translation And Decoration […]; Truths Are Illusions Of Which We Have Forgotten That They Are Illusions, Metaphors Which Have Become Worn By Frequent Use And Have Lost All Sensuous Vigour […]. Yet We Still Do Not Know Where The Drive To Truth Comes From, For So Far We Have Only Heard About The Obligation To Be Truthful Which Society Imposes In Order To Exist" From, "on Truth And Lying In A Non-moral Sense".

It Is Regrettable That A Dostoyevsky Did Not Live Near This Most Interesting Of All Decadents (jesus Christ) - I Mean Someone Who Would Have Known How To Sense The Very Stirring Charm Of Such A Mixture Of The Sublime, The Sickly, And The Childlike.

What Is Good? All That Enhances The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, And Power Itself In Man. What Is Bad? — All That Proceeds From Weakness. What Is Happiness? — The Feeling That Power Is Increasing — That Resistance Has Been Overcome.

Among Austere Men Intimacy Involves Shame--and Is Something Precious.